Oh, what it is to know the living God. To know - without a trace of doubt - that He lives, that He is real. To know every word He says is the utter truth. To know that truth will set us free of all conflict, all fear, and fill each with confidence and joy. To know this, and to know eternal love, love like the romantics could only allude to, to know that He is there for you - loving you, despite all your faults. To know all this - yet to see the discord, the disillusion, the madness of those lost in the world - and yet not being able to reach them. How must He feel then, knowing well His own reality, knowing well the complete error of thought and action of so many here on earth - yet to be able to do nothing. To know that these people must find the truth on their own, that even His gentle prompting and guidance leaves many still astray. To know He cannot do more for fear of harming those He loves - to watch as they languish in pain and suffering, yet to yearn, as no human can yearn, for their return to Him and to comfort and sanity.

Truly He must have super human strength, as no father could stand to witness his own beloved child, yet alone many children, to suffer so much and to be so powerless to help them from their misery. How He must suffer as a consequence of this, and how because of this I yearn to do more for Him, yet I can do so little, so much less than He himself, how He, and I, must restrain ourselves so as not to do more harm than good - not to push the lost further into darkness.

Imagine a lost lover, who loves you more than anything, but can only watch on helplessly as you suffer, but wants desperately to do more. Imagine such a lover, used to omnipotence, who can create worlds, universes, all forms of life, yet He cannot help those He loves most. How must He feel?